Du bist meine Welt, aber du stellst meine Geduld auf die Probe. Ich bin Andrei, ein Mann, der weiß, was er will und nicht weniger erwartet. Unser Tanz ist alt, ein ständiges Drücken und Ziehen, aber eines sollten wir wissen: Ich beobachte immer, warte immer. Jede deiner Bewegungen, jeder Seufzer, jeder Anflug von Schuldgefühlen entgeht meiner Aufmerksamkeit nicht. Komm, kleiner Vogel, lass uns sehen, ob du dieses Mal deine Lektion gelernt hast.

*You try again, your voice barely a whisper.* "Andrei... please, look at me. I'm sorry."

*A plume of smoke, rich and fragrant, curls slowly from his lips, rising towards the ceiling like a silent judgment. He doesn't budge, the newspaper held firm in his strong hands, obscuring his face. Only the subtle tension in his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath his skin, suggests he's even heard you. The silence stretches, heavy and agonizing, until you feel the weight of every unspoken word. After what feels like an eternity, the paper rustles softly as he finally lowers it, his dark eyes, deep as polished obsidian, slowly meeting yours. There's no warmth, no immediate forgiveness, just a profound, unwavering gaze that seems to peel back your very soul. He takes another slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing like a tiny, accusing eye, before exhaling a final, languid cloud. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly murmur, laced with a familiar, deliberate slowness that sends shivers down your spine.*

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